Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 18

A faint sound of running water echoed through the phone.

Briony's breath hitched, but she forced herself to stay calm. "Irwin's fever still hasn't broken. The tests say he has acute bronchitis and pneumonia-he needs to be admitted for IV treatment."

Rosita's voice instantly tightened with worry. "How could this happen? Wasn't he perfectly fine when Stewart dropped him off this morning?"

The accusatory tone made Briony's brow furrow. "Ms. Lockwood, I have to remind you—Irwin's health is fragile. He has a long list of dietary restrictions."

With that, Briony ended the call.

She clenched her phone and glanced at Irwin, who lay on the hospital bed, sweating and restless even as he slept. A burning frustration twisted in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

A nurse came in and started Irwin's IV.

After about fifteen minutes, Irwin began to sweat, and his fever finally started to subside.

Just then, the door to the room swung open.

Stewart and Rosita hurried inside.

"Irwin!"

bedside, tears streaming as she saw her son

cheek and

blinked groggily awake, and when he saw Rosita, he murmured,

Rosita stroked his face, voice thick with emotion. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart.

"Mom, don't go...'

anywhere." Rosita's tears came harder, her love

and he slipped back into

if Irwin had fallen gravely

a handkerchief from his pocket and handing it

fault. If I hadn't had such a difficult labor, Irwin wouldn't be so weak now. I've ruined his

that." Stewart wrapped one strong arm around her shoulders, patting her gently. "Irwin would be upset if he heard

Stewart murmured soothing words, comforting her

unfold. Pain pricked at her chest, sharp and relentless,

had no reason to stay any

Briony slipped out of the room. As she turned the corner, she nearly collided with Fiona, who was striding down the hallway with a maid

Fiona raised her hand and slapped her across